Sunday, April 15, 2007
I woke up the other night to my incredibly rapid heartbeat. I rushed to the kitchen on my adrenaline only. Shakily loaded my glucometer and pricked my finger.
The terror sets in as I immediately feel lower. (Isn't it amazing how seeing the numbers in front of you makes you begin to feel the low.)
Juice. The only thought running through my mind. Juice and air. I felt like I was on fire. My entire body was sweating.
I drank three boxes of juice and proceeded to eat everything that was in sight. I cannot go with out over treating lows like that.
The only thing that was making me feel better was to eat and eat and to sit on the cold ceramic tile with my head in the bottom of the refrigerator.
Finally, as I became coherent, I slowly made my way back to my bedroom and went back to sleep.
The next day all I could think about was how I continued to sleep as I plummeted.
What if I hadn't woken up? What if? Why did it take until 22 to wake me up?
...and now federally funded stem cell research will once again be vetoed. What are we going to do? What if we don't wake up the next time?
Maybe I am just feeling sorry for myself.